1. Sarah Palin
Sarah Palin is number one on my list of silly things. I think she is silly because of the numerous faux pas, mistakes and the fact that she is a dead ringer for Tina Fey. I find her inflammatory, accusatory and ignorant rhetoric less funny. However, I do find the fact that this D-List celebrity has captured the hearts and minds of too many misguided individuals quite amusing. Also, that she resigned in the middle of her term as governor and that her endorsement of GOP candidates means something to some people. That silly Tea Party!
Some recent fun Palin news:
"Sarah Palin electrifies NRA Convention" (direct quote..."Obama will 'gut' the Second Amendment")
http://www.charlotteobserver.com/2010/05/15/1437034/palin-rouses-nra-with-call-to.html
"Sarah Palin joins the Fox News Team" (direct quote..."It's so wonderful to be a part of a place that so values fair and balanced news") If Fox News is fair and balanced, I am a magic fairy!
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/11/palin-fox-news-contributo_n_418809.html
"Sarah Palin teams up with Discovery" I cannot wait to see her reality show! And she claims that other people exploit her family...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/25/sarah-palin-teams-up-with_n_513235.html
2. Lindsay Lohan
Why is there such a fascination with skewering this poor misguided individual in the media? I actually feel bad for her, despite the fact that the choices she made put her in this position. Give it up Access Hollywood and Entertainment Tonight!
3. Lost
Have you ever actually watched this show? It is the most messed up, confusing and just plain ridiculous thing I ever wasted one hour of my life watching. I wish I could have that hour back. As far as the oft-touted series finale, good riddance!
4. Strange Fashion
I am pretty sure I will never understand (much less wear) harem pants, rompers, anything fishnet and visible underwear as a style statement. Yikes!
5. The trend of blaming Obama for everything
The economy...blame Obama.
The oil spill...why that's Obama too!
Unrest between Israel and Palestine...got to be Obama.
North Korea and South Korea on the brink of destroying each other...Obama!
The collapse of Wall Street...you guessed it...Obama.
The housing crisis and health insurance crisis...I got it, Hillary Clinton!...Nope, Obama again!
As for me, my car broke down last week, I have a blister on my toe, my garbage disposal is not working, I have a headache and my neighbor's TV is too loud. I guess I need to blame someone...maybe Sarah Palin?
Monday, May 24, 2010
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Too Young?
Just out of curiosity...why is it rude to tell someone that they look old, but not that they look young? Personally I feel that commenting or speculating on someone's age is ALWAYS rude. Telling someone how young they look is not a compliment, it is patronizing.
To preface my present irritation, I got carded at the grocery store for buying cough medicine. No, not carded, interrogated. I have been fairly sick for four days (stupid spring colds!) and yesterday I drank the last of my NyQuil sometime between calling in sick for work and spending a restless night coughing and wheezing. Tonight I managed to drag myself to the store to buy some cough medicine. To give the store the benefit of the doubt, perhaps my pajamas, rheumy eyes, hoarse voice and wracking cough contributed to the overall appearance of someone up to no good. OBVIOUSLY I must be an at-risk teenager purchasing NyQuil to fuel my dextromorphan addiction.
The extent of my conversation with the cashier:
Her: "What is your birthday?"
Me: "July 22, 1983"
Her: (looking at me critically over the top of her glasses) "Really? Let me see your ID."
Me: (cough, hack, wheeze) "Are you kidding?"
Her: "No. You need to be 18 for me to sell you this product."
I understand why I am carded at the bar or liquor store, although I will most likely be well into middle age before I have the appearance of a 21 year old. But an obviously sick person with orange juice, Kleenex and NyQuil is not trying to pull one over the King Sooper's cashier! Toxic waste flavored, poison-colored NyQuil is NOT something I look forward to ingesting and if I was going to be falsifying my age, it would be for something better than cough medicine. Oh wait, now I don't actually have to prove my age for anything until I claim Medicare!
Tonight's adventure at the store is just another entry on the interesting list of incidences where I have been mistaken for someone much younger. Among the better stories in the recent past...
1. Signing up for a gym membership: "Are you older than 18? Otherwise, your parents need to sign the contract."
2. On the plane from Paris to Washington, DC, while sitting between a middle aged couple: "Did you and your parents have fun in France?"
3. While getting a flu shot: "You have to be 18 to get a shot, otherwise you need your parent's permission."
4. While attending an adult ed class held at a junior high during their back-to-school night: "Did you pick up your schedule? When you get it, you and your parents can go to the auditorium."
I might appreciate this some day, but right now I would just appreciate some respect. Or at least cough medicine that tastes less like poison...
To preface my present irritation, I got carded at the grocery store for buying cough medicine. No, not carded, interrogated. I have been fairly sick for four days (stupid spring colds!) and yesterday I drank the last of my NyQuil sometime between calling in sick for work and spending a restless night coughing and wheezing. Tonight I managed to drag myself to the store to buy some cough medicine. To give the store the benefit of the doubt, perhaps my pajamas, rheumy eyes, hoarse voice and wracking cough contributed to the overall appearance of someone up to no good. OBVIOUSLY I must be an at-risk teenager purchasing NyQuil to fuel my dextromorphan addiction.
The extent of my conversation with the cashier:
Her: "What is your birthday?"
Me: "July 22, 1983"
Her: (looking at me critically over the top of her glasses) "Really? Let me see your ID."
Me: (cough, hack, wheeze) "Are you kidding?"
Her: "No. You need to be 18 for me to sell you this product."
I understand why I am carded at the bar or liquor store, although I will most likely be well into middle age before I have the appearance of a 21 year old. But an obviously sick person with orange juice, Kleenex and NyQuil is not trying to pull one over the King Sooper's cashier! Toxic waste flavored, poison-colored NyQuil is NOT something I look forward to ingesting and if I was going to be falsifying my age, it would be for something better than cough medicine. Oh wait, now I don't actually have to prove my age for anything until I claim Medicare!
Tonight's adventure at the store is just another entry on the interesting list of incidences where I have been mistaken for someone much younger. Among the better stories in the recent past...
1. Signing up for a gym membership: "Are you older than 18? Otherwise, your parents need to sign the contract."
2. On the plane from Paris to Washington, DC, while sitting between a middle aged couple: "Did you and your parents have fun in France?"
3. While getting a flu shot: "You have to be 18 to get a shot, otherwise you need your parent's permission."
4. While attending an adult ed class held at a junior high during their back-to-school night: "Did you pick up your schedule? When you get it, you and your parents can go to the auditorium."
I might appreciate this some day, but right now I would just appreciate some respect. Or at least cough medicine that tastes less like poison...